All Chapters of His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THE WATCHER{Playlist Suggestion: "Eyes on Fire" by Blue Foundation}~KNOX POV~The forty-second floor of Kingston Tower was silent, save for the hum of the server room down the hall and the rhythmic tapping of my finger against the desk.My father called this office the "Cockpit." I called it what it was: the Panic Room.Being the eldest Kingston brother meant one thing....cleaning up the mess before Warren Kingston ever smelled the rot. I was the filter. The dam. The one who made sure the numbers balanced and the scandals died in the dark so the empire could keep spinning.I rubbed my temples, staring at the digital ledger on my screen. The blue light burned my eyes.There was a leak.Not a big one. To anyone else, it would be a rounding error. Eight thousand dollars withdrawn from The Mirage's discretionary fund. Categorized under 'Independent Contractor Consultant.'But The Mirage didn't hire independent consultants. Kolt ran that place like a fortress. He approved every penny.I

FEVER PITCH 2{Playlist: "Desire" by Meg Myers}~KADE POV~Her squeeze was an anchor, but the storm inside me hadn't settled. It was still raging, a desperate, buzzing energy beneath my skin that screamed more. I felt her breath hitch, her body going soft and obedient beneath me. She was ready to drift, to let the moment fade.No.I couldn't let this end. The second we stopped moving, the silence would rush back in. And in that silence, the secrets she was hiding would grow loud enough to deafen us both.I rolled us over in one fluid, powerful move. The shift forced a sharp gasp from her lips as the world tilted. Now she was straddling my waist, her dark hair falling like a curtain around us, her eyes wide and searching mine."Don't you dare close your eyes," I rasped, my voice wrecked. My hands slid from her hips to her thighs, gripping the trembling muscle there. "We aren't done, Chelsea. I'm not done with you."She looked down at me, her expression a devastating cocktail of awe and

SMOKE BREAK{Playlist Suggestion: "I Was Never There" by The Weeknd / "Wicked Game" by Chris Isaak}~KOLT POV~God mode.That was what my security team called the setup in my office. Twelve high-definition monitors lining the wall, feeding live streams from every corner of The Mirage. The bar, the VIP lounge, the back exits, the stairwells.I could see everything. Who was drinking too much. Who was touching the dancers. Who was making deals in the dark corners that they didn't want their wives to know about.But for the last hour, my eyes had been fixed on only one screen.Camera 4. The main floor VIP section.Chelsea moved through the crowd like a shadow. She was wearing the uniform I had mandated....black slacks, black high-necked blouse....but even covered from neck to ankle, she drew the eye. It wasn't that she was trying to be noticed; it was that she was trying so hard not to be.I watched her handle a drunk tech CEO at Table 9. She didn't smile. She didn't flirt. She stepped in

CHECKMATE{Playlist Suggestion: "I'm Not A Hero" by Hans Zimmer / "Start a Riot" by BANNERS}~CHASE POV~The door clicked shut, locking Chelsea out and locking me in.I waited ten seconds. Then I rolled my wheelchair to the window and peered through the blinds. I watched my sister walk down the street toward the bus stop. She was wearing black slacks and a black blouse that looked too expensive for us, clutching a bag that contained a change of shoes.She walked with her head down, shoulders hunched. Not like someone going to a job that paid two thousand dollars a week. Like someone marching to an execution.I let the blind snap back into place.The apartment was quiet. It smelled like the steak she had cooked for dinner...real meat, tender and rich, the kind we hadn't eaten in years. My new medication was sitting on the counter, fully paid for. The IV port in my arm wasn't itching for the first time in months because the high-quality saline and antibiotics were actually doing their

INVISIBLE STRING{Playlist Suggestion: "The 1 (folklore)" by Taylor Swift / "Sparks" by Coldplay}~MIA POV~The Crawford Elite library was designed to make you feel small.It was a very quiet place, with high ceilings that absorbed sound and tall wooden shelves that smelled of dust, old books, and nervous students. Rain hit the tall stained-glass windows, creating a gray background for my Tuesday afternoon.I was huddled at a corner table in the back stacks....the "reject" table, as I affectionately called it. It was far away from the popular group study rooms where the cheerleaders pretended to do homework while actually gossiping about weekend parties.Here, it was just me, a stack of AP Physics textbooks, and the hum of the HVAC system.Newton's Third Law: 'For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.'I stared at the formula on the page until the letters swam. Physics was easy. The rules were absolute. You push something, it pushes back. You apply force, you get acce